The Faded Masquerade

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The mist did not rise from the ground in the Hollows; it seeped up from the bones of the earth itself, a cold, persistent exhalation that tasted of iron and old rain. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the black water, his reflection fractured by the ripples that never seemed to settle. He was a man who had been stripped of his name by the village, reduced to a function, a shadow, a keeper of...

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